Nikolay Gumilev
- The tip of willow tree was blackened..., by Rupert Moreton
- The White Willow, by Burton Raffel and Alla Burago
«Speak not of ways of good and bad: / Both are the ways of good. / At dawn, by Freedom I was led / To where they split; I stood As Freedom said, “Two ways here run, / Two truths, two merits split. / The crowd will struggle choosing one, / The wise won’t toil one bit. The things tha...»
«Perhaps the world was once a fine endeavor; / Perhaps those living now are cursed by Fate. / I still have one belief, one truth, however: / That every age must honor its own trait. I shall not trade my dolefulness, my trial / For all the joy and bliss of ancient days. / We equally serve G...»
«The mounts of Dagestan enclosed the sun; / A star came up; the breeze was lightly reeling; / And looking to the East, all prayed as one: / Reciting the Quran, Tatars were kneeling, Christ’s servants crossed themselves for holy sake, / Kalmyks sought Lama’s word, their silence ample...»
«What grasshopper-clocks are singing — / Fever is murmuring mad, / And the withered stove is rustling / Like a silk that’s burning red. What the teeth of mice are nibbling / The slim-bottomed life to naught — / Is the swallow or her sibling / That cut loose my wretched boat....»